MDCF

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"I brought you here," said Alan, "I was just going to tuck you in but thought I should remove your accessories first. I did that and was wiping your face to remove the make-up. Sorry, I woke you."

Siana saw a damp towel in Alan's hand. Siana was moved by his consideration and kindness. "Did you carry me all the way here from the carriage?"

"What do you think?" he said with a sly smile.

"I am not heavy?" asked Siana. She knew Alan was strong, but the house had a great many stairs.

"You are feather-light," he said. Siana raised an eyebrow. It is quite a distance with said stairs from the front door till the bedroom. 'Feather-light' sounded like an exaggerated lie.

"No need to make that face," he said, "You are nothing compared to the equipment I had to lug around during my training. D@mn, now those were heavy. Strained my muscles to breaking point. Do you want to see?"

Alan rolled up his sleeves to display his muscles. The sinewy, veined arms made Siana forget herself. She swallowed hard. Alan noticed her reaction. His eyes widened and she stared at him awkwardly. The silence seemed to have stretched for eternity when his hand found her face. He stroked her cheeks as his lips met hers. Siana didn't push him away, she wanted him close to her. She could still smell the wine in his breath. She wrapped an arm around his neck and her fingers curled in his hair.

His kiss became frantic. Alan always was so sweet when speaking to her but his mouth on hers was wild. His tongue explored her deeper and his hands were everywhere. His hands had moved from her cheeks to her hair, and now it untied the back of her dress and her bust strap. Her shift slipped down her shoulders. She vaguely had a thought that her dress might get wrinkled, but his frantic kisses drove everything out of her mind.

His hands were on the bare skin of her back. It tickled Siana and sent a tingle throughout. She mo*ned and that was all the encouragement Alan needed. His touch became desperate. His straying hands dropped down to her bre*sts and caressed them. Heat rose between Siana's legs and she whimpered. She was already parting her legs when she cried out as a sharp pain made itself known.

Alan stopped. "It still hurts...," she stammered.

"I know," said Alan softly, "I wasn't planning to go all the way." He nibbled gently on her lower lips as he said this. His breath was rough. "Can we stay like this for a little longer?" he asked, hesitantly.

Siana nodded. "Alright," she said as she snuggled deeper into his arms. "Just a little longer."

"Hmm," he mumbled as he sucked on her neck. His teeth grazed her collar bone and made her shiver, a little m*an escaping her mouth. Alan licked her neck, and she grabbed him tighter by his forearms.

She could feel his pulse through his skin. It told her he was as stimulated as she was. Alan's lips moved down over her chest and then to her bre*sts. He sucked them lightly. Siana mo*ned. Every time he licked them; she felt a pang of pleasure through her. The heat building between her legs. She felt dizzy and her body burned with yearning.

"Alan...," she mumbled.

"Just a little longer," he whispered hoarsely.

"How much longer, Alan?" she whispered back.

He smiled deviously. "Until you cry out and beg me to stop?"

"Mm," she mumbled, "Why you little—" She looked into his eyes, blue and sly. It flustered her. She closed her eyes and leaned deeper into his arms, her heart thumping loudly. She waited for his caresses to continue. But they didn't. She opened her eyes, surprised to see Alan straightening up her dress and tidying them up. She felt relieved but disappointed at the same time. She knew she couldn't go through till the end, and he wouldn't because he knew that it still hurt her. But still somewhere she wished that it would never end.